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“at times i thought that this life would end in suicide and poems of soliloquy of unmastered artestree, or i had hoped it would. for this life had never been nice or ever attempted to properly introduce itself to either one of us. but the expectations continued to heighten as our lives grew but as with growth change comes, like it or not. what was this life made for if not to torture us? or was it meant to lead to something incomphrensible to anyone without the gift of being this cursed? boxers or briefs, we all have choices to do with what we want but in our minds, when they play against us, do we really have any other choice to fight or take flight? the answer came when i was 20. the answer came when i was 22. who are we and how did the story manage to keep continuing through this thick and length fog that had eroded ours souls but by this time started to mend.”













